Oh, what a kindness.

The farmers are all in outrage at the

Thought of having to commit the crime themselves
They love them, grew them and made them nice and plump.
They are only human at the end of the day
Humans now faced with having to end
The lives of their porky fleshed friends
They cry, they exclaim! "Should I have to kill my pigs in vain?"
"SHOULD I be the one to shoot them in the head?"
Oh what a waste of FOOD! Now all my pigs are dead?

The farmers are all in outrage at the
Thought of a mass mercy killing
They will lose out on profit for the product that they invested time in rearing
The abattoirs won't take the beasts
They are far too fat, if only we hadn't over feed them so
But we will now have to live with that
On our consciences
From the moment they were born
To this present moment in time
Those pigs they talk of will not lose life
For they were never really living
Held in cages so tight they could not turn

Knee deep in excriment, antibiotics to stop the germs
Tied to troughs, forced to eat, unable to carry their own weight, unable to stand on their diseased infected feet
Existing only in the rotten darkness, and you want THAT on your plate?


So the farmers must shoot them! The outrage!

Those poor pigs, they had been dreaming of the day the abattoir would appear.

They would have jumped, if they could have jumped, with excitement for the chamber. Gas Chamber! It was their only hope in life to end up on a plate! Covered in apple sauce.
Oh, what an outrage that they will now be killed suddenly, their pain will be no more!
And I will remember them and those who came before!